Mrs. Martin—I heard the walking delegate talk this afternoon. The men got pretty excited listening to him. He told them their rights, and it'll be a wonder to me, if they don't do a good bit of damage to the Company's property before this thing ends.
Mrs. Quinn—The walkin' delegate's a smart lad, from all I hear.
Mrs. Martin—He's smart enough to get paid for the work he does.
Mrs. Quinn—He gets paid for startin' strikes, is it?
Mrs. Martin—He goes all over the country telling the men when to strike, and what to strike for. He gets paid for that.
Mrs. Quinn—But the men don't get paid for strikin'.
Mrs. Martin—That's a silly idea, Mrs. Quinn.
Mrs. Quinn—You can have it for what it's worth. Molly used to say I had more ideas than a dog has fleas, but I fancy she was just slatherin' me over with the blarney.
Mrs. Martin—Well, I believe the walking delegate's right. The men must fight this out to a finish.
Mrs. Quinn—It's likely to be our finish, alright, alright.